Memories of seeing Enema Equipment

Most of us that grew up in the 50's are well-acquainted with enema equipment and recall seeing bags or bulbs in just about everyone's bathroom. If the equipment wasn't on display, it only took a minimum of snooping in a cabinet or drawer to find the good stuff. It was all very matter-of-fact back then. Our family bag and hose would hang from the towel bar on the back wall of the bathtub for 3 or 4 days before mom decided it was dry enough to put away. Everyone that came to the house would see it and usually make some kind of comment. Seeing enema equipment or discussing enemas both embarrassed and excited me at the same time.

At summer camp mom left the enema bulb on a screened shelf for all to see. I think she was showing off that she had been a nurse but it was embarrassing to me as I had that thing up my butt often.

I remember coming into the house on a hot summer day to use the bathroom. Passing mom's bedroom door on the way, she was laying on the bed on her stomach and almost shouted to me, "don't be long in there. I'm going to have to get in there soon.....in a hurry." When I went into the bathroom, I learned why she had said that: Her enema bag was lying on a towel on the floor, sides tightly sucked in, tubing coiled and laying on top, and the nozzle was streaked with vaseline.

Other times, when I came home from school, my first stop would be the bathroom. Often her enema bag would be lying as above, recently used, in full view, almost like she was leaving it out for a reason, bragging about giving herself an enema. My enemas from mom had stopped by then because I sense now that she felt uncomfortable knowing that I would get as aroused as she did when she gave me enemas. I have since suspected that she wanted to re-start our enema relationship and was tempting me to ask her for an enema by leaving the enema bag out after she used it. How could she refuse if I told her that I needed an enema?

As in many other homes during the 50s, Mom's bag was always hanging in full view from the shower curtain rod, available for immediate usage, which made it easy for me to sneak some enemas after school before Mon and Dad got home. Bags hung in the bathrooms of just about all of our families and friends'. If the bags weren't out, they were easily found in a cabinet under the sink or in a linen closet.

Back yrs ago i had a side job spraying home and business for bugs, there was no telling how many bath vanty i open to sprayfor bugs i fine a bag or bulb in there or on haning in the shower i would say 7 out ten home had something

When I was growing up, every household in my neighborhood had a red bag hanging either in the shower or on the back of the bathroom door. No hiding it in cabinets or drawers. It was like displaying the family crest.

House-sitting/or pet-sitting, I took a ride on many a strange device from bulbs, to bags, to buckets. Using the same device as the lady of the household was always a charge. Vintage 60s and 70s stuff. One woman was a nurse at the local hospital and had a great plastic beaker enema bucket that held about 2000 ml. I never took that much at that age, but I sure gave it a try!!!!!

Growing up. typically enema equipment was something I would find among other seemingly unrelated things when going through yet another plastic trash bag or tote, or box of Mom's stuff that had turned up somewhere we did not think it was.

One girlfrined I had in college was a single mom who lived in an apartment with her daghter and a roomate, I spent the night there one Friday and after several beers and the removal of most of our clothes I had to pee before going further. I went into the bathroom and hanging from the top of the showere stall was an enema bag with the rectal nozzle attached. It remained there throughout the night and then in the morning it disappeared. I never asked her about it because I was too young and we had not been together that long, so I dod not want to risk messing up the relationship. To this day I regret no diplomatically exploring subject.

While I was a roomate with a swimmer in college. He had left in the bathroom a orange color with a white nozzel bulb. I got very excited when I saw it.

Had a paper route and had to collect for the paper once a month. These were the times when I was often invited inside while the parents would find the money or write a check to cover the cost of the paper. One house had several girls and the mother all very good looking. It was summer time and it was rather hot but I had to do the job on time. While the mother searched for the money, I waited in a chair filling out the paper work and heard the toilet flush in the bathroom which had the door closed. A couple of minutes later out walks the oldest sister in a stunning poka-dot bikini and a towel announcing she is going to sunbathe in the back yard. When I stood up to receive the money from the mother, the postman came to the door with a package to be signed for. I happened to look into the bathroom and through the half open door could see a red rubber fountain syringe with enema nozzle hanging from the shower curtain rod. It did not take me long to figure out that the older sister may have just taken an enema before heading out to the yard. I tried to imagine the shapely college age daughter with the syringe hanging above her as she lay back in the tub taking her enema.

Almost all of my friend's parents had an enema bag in the bathroom, some hanging in the shower, some hanging on a hook behind the bathroom door, some in a cabinet or closet in the bathroom (not hidden under or behind anything) and in two different houses the enema bag was hanging on a hook on the bathroom wall ! One was green enema bag with a green hose & black nozzle, I thought all enema bags were red until I saw it ! Relative's bathrooms all had enema bags in them. Some even had enema bulbs in the cabinets or closet.

Lots of bars of Ivory soap too!

When I used my best friend's bathroom I Peed in the enemea bag and took a pee enema and held it for quite a while before I expelled it

Went to a wedding years ago with a girlfriend I was dating at the time. The bride was a relative of her family and a reception was held after the wedding at her parents home. The food and drink was very good and soon the urge to empty the bladder was calling. I slipped away and asked a family member where the bathroom was located. I was directed to the nearby hallway where relief could be found. As I closed the door and turned around to locate the toilet, there hanging from the shower curtain rod was a shinny brand new fountain syringe. The bright red color contrasted easily with the polished white tile of the shower enclosure making it impossible to miss. It was apparent the syringe had been used most recently as there was still droplets of moisture visible at the holes in the fluted douche nozzle attached to the end of the hose. After using the toilet, I noticed a towel on top of a elegant cabinet in the bathroom. It appeared to have some sort of a box under it. Out of curiosity, I picked up the towel and here was a new paste board box for the syringe hanging from the shower rod. Inside the box were to enema nozzles and a small pamphlet describing how to use the instrument of hygiene including some drawings. The price tag was exactly the same as what was seen in the local Rexall Drug store a few blocks away. I quickly deduced that the hot young bride out in the reception must have used her new syringe before going to the church to dress for the wedding earlier in the day. Then it was time to take a moment and reflect on what the young woman must have looked like in the tub with the syringe taking her douche with the new syringe. I left the bathroom and returned to the reception wondering how soon the syringe would be used again by the shapely bride.

My wife and I we looking for our first house. I would check the bathrooms carefully, hoping to find other enema enthusiasts. One visit I hit the jackpot! It the tub, behind a closed shower curtain, were numerous hot water bottles (I assume they were used for pillows) and numerous open top enema bags attached with various nozzles.

The best enema memory of youth was of my grand parents bathroom. Visible from the hallway leading to their long, white tiled bathroom, the enema bag, hose and rectal nozzle hung at the end of the bathtub. I always inspected it when I used the bathroom and it was always wet.

One of my aunts kept the pink open top bag in the shower stall, I think because there was a convenient place for it. The medicine cabinet held Lysol douche liquid and a jar of suppositories, which I would sometimes use on myself. She had a daughter, much younger than me, so I figured the suppositories were used on her.

Other aunts kept their enema bags in the bathroom as well, but their primary bathrooms were off limits to the children so I didn't get much opportunity to explore them.

Never saw or found enema bulbs.

My maternal grandma had a red enema bulb that was in the medicine cabinet above the sink. It was used on me several times. She also had a red B.F. Goodrich combo bag under the sink that was also used on me a few times.

My childhood neighbors had a red enema bulb much like ours sitting on a shelf in the bathroom.

At a party at a co-workers apartment I spotted a red combo bag beneath the sink. It had a douche nozzle, wet, and a light odor of vinegar.

At another co-workers house I saw a bulb douche syringe in the vanity.

When visiting my aunt, there was a yellow Faultless folding syringe in the vanity. Completely dry as not having been used in some time.

Recently there has been nothing. These days most homes have more than one bathroom and guests usually do not get to use the "master bath" where the good stuff is likely kept.

My grandmothers and mother had the bag 's hanging in the bathroom on hooks over the bathtub. A number of friendes of mine also had bags hanging in ther bathrooms. One of my grandmothers had two bags hanging in the bathroom one was the Doval Paris hot water bottle the other was an open top bag that was larger in volumn and was a bag that was used to give barium enemas in the hospital. When i received my weekly enemas they used the Paris bag filling it up and making me take in in two fillings about half of the bag each time.

I often did house-sitting as a university student, and my searches for equipment were very seldom disappointing. In our own house as a kid, my mom had a really awesome douche bulb used on us for enemas, always hidden between the spare towels in the bathroom linen cupboard. It had a bakelite fluted douche nozzle that was about 7 inches long, and much bigger in diameter than the modern ones sold today.

I frequently gave myself enemas with that one - man, what a rush that was!

This page asks about seeing equipment. I might ask about getting excited by making your own home brewed equipment. I once made a jugbag for a colon hydrotherapist who treated me in Long Beach, Ca and with whom I became friendly. My reward was that she used it regularly.

Your thoughts and stories?

An enema a day keeps the doctor away!

I still search out old fashion pharmacies when I visit small towns. Most cities have chain stores which have driven the small stores out of business. I'll go in and give a quick scan for rubber goods signs; This was the identifying marker for bags, bulbs and tubes of all kinds. Nozzles and fittings were usually in small shallow drawers close by.

Lacking the rubber goods sign I'll look for feminine hygiene supplies, another good indicator of rubber goods.

I remember going to the bathroom some mornings and seeing a wet enema bag, hose and nozzle. I always wondered who got the enema, Mom or Dad. There were other mornings where the big beautiful black curved douche nozzle would be out. I asked my mom about it and she said it was for deep enemas. I took her explanation.

Then I started searching relatives and friends bathrooms for enema equipment. It was very common in the 50's and 60's. There were many bags hung on the backs of bathroom doors.

In our house growing up in the 50's and 60's, mom's enema bag always hung in the bathtub to dry overnight. I always wondered who it had been used on if it hadn't been me. If my brother had been home sick from school I could be certain it was him. (An enema was always called for when one of us stayed home sick from school.) The more difficult situations was when the bag appeared in the bathroom when we got up in the morning and wasn't there when we went to bed. Was it mom or dad that was mom or dad that was on the receiving end of that black enema nozzle? I"d be embarrassed when my friends would come over and have to use the bathroom when the bag was drying. No one ever said anything, probably because I had seen the same scene at some of their houses.

Growing up in rural and later a suburban area in Oklahoma our house had two red bags: a combination one that was the family enema bag and also an open top that we were just told was for my mom's use only. Later on I learned the difference between enemas and douches and understood. The bag used most often seemed to be the combination one because my two sisters and I were the recipients. After my older sister went away to college she might also have her folding bag out drying on those times when she spent time back home.

As a child growing up, I think all my relatives had a red bag hanging, somewhere in the bathroom!

I remember going to my aunt's house with my grandmother for avisit on the other side of the State. While there I heard my grandma and aunt talking about my aunt giving my cousin a large enema the previous night. I went into the bathroom and there hanging on the backside of the bathroom door was a red combination syringe with a red tube, silver shut-off and black enema nozzle. I just stood there mesmerized by it when my grandma walked in and caught me.

The bathrooms I visited as a child usually had white enamel douche cans (of various sizes) with red india rubber hoses coiled up inside them,with the most recently used type of black Bakelite nozzle (still attached) & protruding upwards......Always an interesting sight to behold for a young developing lad that was both inquisitive & was subconsciously making the connection between anal stimulation and enemas....Early thrills that would later have a profound & lasting influence upon maturity.

Occasionally one might come across a red rubber bag hanging up to dry and I did wonder who availed themselves to the business end particularly when it was a household of daughters only ??......Some of my better sightings were the very recently used hoses (nozzle still attached ) vaseline sheen obvious & draped over the shower rose with droplets of water still evident.....Enough to give a young lad a boner ! ........Wonder what some mothers would have thought leaving their enema/douche paraphernalia displayed so openly.......Maybe they also enjoyed the delights of a good flushing...

I remember one friend's house in particular where you had to pass the bathroom at the top of the stairs. I would glance in and see if the enema bag was hanging over the tub-- which it frequently was. It was an open top red bag, much larger than the one at home, with a colon tube attached. After letting a few minutes pass I would say I needed a leak. Never touched but it was a heart pounding sight for an early teenager.

I knew my best friend Mary and her sister and younger brother received glycerin suppositories and enemas as I did. One day after school I used the bathroom at Mary's house. After I finished I quietly opened up the linen closet. On the top self sat a jar of infant glycerin suppositories 24 count and red child size bulb syringe. It was exciting thinking about the sessions that took place.

My first memoris with My Queen i mean the ENEMA was in the early childhood. And it begins with small orange rubber syringe and pleasant smelling vaseline.